Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 318 Let go of her and let me come

"Not in time."

Xuanyuanchen led Mo Xiaowan out of the back door of the Buddhist hall, and stepped on a stone path.

Leading her with one foot deep and the other shallow, she walked down the mountain.

"Little Wan, someone in the palace wants to make trouble by taking advantage of my king's injury. If I go back to the manor at this time, wouldn't it be impossible to see a good show?"

Mo Xiaowan felt sorry for him again, and complained slightly in his heart, his nose sore.

"Then you at least ask Uncle Lu to tell me, you don't know, I dream every day, I dream that you are covered in blood, I am frightened to death, Uncle Xuanyuan, I am afraid that you, like your mother, will suddenly leave me one day gone?"

"Xiaowan doesn't have a mother anymore, I can't lose you..."

Xuanyuan Chen's heart seemed to be hit by something, he stopped slightly, stared at her, his big palm gently covered her small face.

That hand even trembled slightly.

After a while, he sighed softly: "It's my fault, I won't let Xiaowan worry about it again."

"It's nothing!"

Mo Xiaowan's eyes were filled with a layer of water mist, blurred, he simply hugged his big palm with both hands, and pressed it to his face.

The voice was very soft, without the naughty mischief of the past.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, Xiao Wan is very happy that you can come back safely."

Hidden in the dark, Lei Ling with the three-character protection name Lei Ling, his eyeballs almost fell off.

His master, are you apologizing to Mo Xiaowan?

With his master's arrogant temperament, he even apologized to a little girl?
In fact, it's not that the master doesn't want to come back, but that the assassins are coming aggressively this time.

If there is not a double Qing Juechen, I am afraid that the prince will not be able to return safely this time.

He suffered such a serious injury, and everyone advised him not to rush back to the capital, but he still endured the danger of his wound opening, and rushed back in a hurry.

Now Lei Ling finally knew that the master was in such a hurry to come back because he was afraid that the little master would cry and be sad.

Why is his heart sour?
When Lei Ling was so distracted, his master Xuanyuanchen hummed lightly, and continued to walk down the mountain holding Mo Xiaowan's little hand.

Mo Xiaowan could only feel the mist at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by pines and all kinds of strangely shaped stones.

"Uncle Xuanyuan, where do you want to take Xiaowan?"

"sold!"

Xuanyuanchen was probably in a good mood, so it was rare for him to joke with Mo Xiaowan: "Little thing, are you scared?"

But Mo Xiaowan felt that his joke was too cold.

Thinking of someone who was drunk once and had already pressed his fingerprints on the contract of selling himself, Mo Xiaowan laughed a few times.

"The little bowl is raised by Uncle Xuanyuan, if you want to sell it, then sell it!"

Saying this on the mouth, but smirking a few times in my heart, who sells whom?

At the end of the stone steps is a small stream halfway up the mountain.

On the other side of the stream, there is a bottomless cliff below, surrounded by clouds and mist, and the end can't be seen at a glance.

"Xiaowan, this king will take you to a place."

Xuanyuanchen patted her on the head lightly: "If you are afraid, close your eyes, at most it will only last for a stick of incense, and I will be here."

So mysterious!
I don't know where he got hurt?
Mo Xiaowan nodded, just worried about his wound.

There is another person hiding in the dark who worries Xuanyuanchen more than Mo Xiaowan.

Lei Ling heard that his master was going to fly over the cliff with Mo Xiaowan himself, although he was swinging with the long vines, but his master was still injured.

Will hugging a person involve wounds?
Can it work?
"Master is still injured."

As soon as Xuanyuan Chen put his arms around Mo Xiaowan, Lei Ling jumped out anxiously: "Let go of the little master, let the subordinates come down."

(End of this chapter)